Home is wherever we happen to set up the crib at Christmas.
For the last 18 years this has mostly been Shillong, but before that, it was one tea estate after another all across Assam. The ritual, though, remained the same. We’d take them out carefully, those ceramic figurines, and place them on the mantelpiece.
They might have occupied pride of place, but our crib—the model of the Nativity of Christ—could hardly be considered grand.